The climate surrounding you is always cold Disgusted you wander midst humans You wish they would know
That you despise them all And they will never see The desolate darkness That it belongs to thee
You wait for the night Instinctively praising the death of light
The towering beacon that burns your eyes You mount it and kill it and flee the site
Occult black winter sky Magic swirls in awe Wind through the frozen trees An image to die for
Raise infernal knives Call onto heavens high "i'll rape you all when i die"
Your deathwish for all sacred life is so real A day is descending you waken and gather your steel
You wait for the night Instinctively praising the death of light You're one of a kind because you are of lucifer and of ice With lust so immensely strong ...to die
